ORIENTATION

[allforevil]

[When you start to stir from your slumber, you awaken to the smell of dust and rotted wood. Your bed is far from comfortable -- lumps in the mattress, a tattered blanket that barely keeps you warm and a pillow almost as hard as a rock-- and you'll immediately see there are others in your room with you.

All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:

An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.

Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.

"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.

For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.

Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."

The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]

Comments

[snackquire]

I think you should be able to pursue whatever path you prefer?

[ Tamaki sounds sort of puzzled. ]

I don't think being a hero is, uh, bullshit, but I don't think it's wrong to not want to be one.

[ If Dave wants to be a baker or something instead, why not? ]

I guess I wouldn't really approve of villainy as a choice, but that's sort of different...

[timeframes]

Yeah, yeah -- don't get me wrong, man, do whatever you want, that's kind of my point. Just had this whole thing about being destined to do whatever, but sometimes destiny is kind of, uh, jammed down your loadgaper whether you want it or not, and then it's like. Man. I have to live up to whatever expectation this is, I gotta reforge some all-powerful macguffin in the pit of hot hotshit, I have to master my righteously dope powers to change the flow of time despite the fucked up consequences. That kinda stuff. If you want all that, do it, knock yourself out, hope you kick some serious ass man, but me, no one ever really asked and guess if I'd had a chance to say no, I might have.

[Clearing his throat, because that was kind of a weirdly personal rant to a guy he just met.]

Agree on the whole villainy thing. That shit sucks too. Being a clown and haunting vent grates or mind-controlling your friends to death or whatever, that's all kinds of fucked.

[snackquire]

[ THIS IS SO MANY FUCKING WORDS ]

Uhh...

[ uh ]

So...what is it you want to do?

[timeframes]

[I'm sorry he just be like that.]

Dunno, man. Guess I'll figure that out after the whole clearly fucked up experience we're about to have here.

[snackquire]

I mean...that's true. I was just wondering if there was a dream you had, or that kind of thing.

[timeframes]

Sure, yeah, could see a multi-million dollar cinematic universe of the adventures of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, and dope new friend Geromy making it big in the box office. Then I'll spend the rest of my life churning out just absolute friggin' garbage as an excuse to go on vacations and hang out with my bros on the beach, earning myself both the loyalty of the unconcerned movie consumer and the revilement of the cultured theater goer. It'll be dope.

But also probably not gonna happen.

What's up with you? You want to do that hero thing?